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Thursday, October 31, 2013

Since I started this blog I've been consistent about posting at least once a month. October sort of snuck away from me, but it had an easy time of it because I was very distracted with two programming classes, a short story I'm working on for my Fiction Writing class, a fledging portrait photography business, and being a bridesmaid. Most of which I love (lookin' at you, programming classes).

So I've started a post about creativity and originality, but in the interest of time, I'm going to cheat a little bit, and post a couple of photos I took when my family went to Williamsburg recently, and an excerpt from said short story, in an effort to prove that even though I've been neglecting to write bloggy things, I have been writing.

Ok here we go:Pictures!

It's a little known fact that the early colonists were very into energy conservation

It's a cherry. On the ground. Move along.

I chased this dude around for a while.

Parking spot

A fence and some stuff

Aaaand story:The story is titled "It Doesn't Know How," which I decided on after no small about of deliberation. It's about half-written, and I have the rest of the plot laid out in my head, but the rest needs to get written fast (by me) because I have to turn in a first draft on Wednesday. So, without further ado:

I pressed my shoulder against the heavy
door and leaned into it.It gave a
bit too easily, like it hadn’t gone quite long enough without someone forcing
it to turn on its rusty hinges.Beside
me, Watson bobbed up and down anxiously.I looked at him.Nervous, he said.

“Worry-wart,” I teased.But when I turned around I saw that Watson’s
instincts were dead-on, as usual.The
room had been torn apart. The
computers were utterly destroyed.Bits and pieces of memory and processors were strewn across the
room.One of the old towers had
been gutted; red and blue wires stuck morbidly from its corpse.The entrails of the largest monitor had
been strung from the knobs of the kitchen cabinets like party decorations.

The dirty
refrigerator leaned to one side.Its door hung open, which didn’t actually matter because its contents
had been picked clean.I sighed
heavily and shrugged off my bag.It hit the floor with a soft thud, sending up a cloud of dust that
caught the light of the old florescent beam outside the door.I closed the fridge.I methodically removed the wires from
the cabinets, discovering with a modicum of relief that they were mostly
intact.The Luddites were a destructive
bunch, but you wouldn’t catch me complaining about their lack of technical know-how.I’d reassembled the computers a dozen
times, and I was prepared to do it a dozen more.It was a labor of love.

I was more upset
about the food.I couldn’t program
another fresh ham into existence, and the next food shipment wouldn’t come
through here for a week.Watson pipped
three times, the tone he made when he was digesting new data.He was probably trying to figure out
why I wasn’t more bothered by the mess.I patted him absentmindedly as I crossed the room and dropped the wires
on the shell of the old computer, wincing as I saw the inside. The memory chips were smashed. I’d lost everything.

I looked back at the hovering metal sphere with
renewed fondness and amended my observation. I’d lost everything except Watson.